In which I am Scottish

Like most Americans, my genes are a hearty stew of whatever bits and bobs Europe and the Americas had to offer, but the better part of my heritage is Scottish. I adore Scotland. I have visited twice and would go again tomorrow if I could; in fact, I probably OUGHT to because I plan to set a book there soon...I digress. I have a tendency to romanticize Scotland, but then don't we all? And in my mind's eye, when I think of Scotland, I am roaming the heathered hills wearing clothes like these. I discovered Sandra Murray thanks to the delicious blog written by the ever-luminous Alessandra at Gypsy Girl's Guide. Alessandra is a regular source of inspiration, so much so that sometimes I have to click away and save part of a blog entry for later because she has given me just too much to think about at one time and I want to process it. I am still gutted that our schedules didn't work out for us to meet up the last time I was in San Francisco because she is at the top of my list of people whose necks must be hugged.